Sway (Landry Family 1)

“Let’s all just settle down,” my brother says, looking me in the eye. “Our focus needs to be on the election, not Barrett’s flavor of the week.”

My mouth opens quickly to send him a message, but the look he flashes me stops me in my tracks.

“Now, let’s talk about Monroe,” Nolan says, sliding his glasses back on his face. “I know you’re having some rebellious feelings towards the Land Bill, but if you want elected, you’re going to have to be logical.”

“Logic says that it’s the wrong thing for the people of Georgia,” I point out. Again. “If that bill gets passed, a bunch of wealthy families, like my own, make more money. If it doesn’t, businesses come in. People go to work. The economy flourishes.”

“That’s great in theory, Barrett, but it’s never going to happen. Hobbs has already guaranteed Monroe he’ll vote for the bill. We know Monroe favors you, at least somewhat, because you’re in the same party and your families have been friends. But this bill is important to him.”

“Because he stands to make twenty million dollars,” I snarl.

“He’s right,” Graham gruffs. “You’re going to have to make some decisions. You have to decide what you want in life and make a plan and follow it.”

The innuendo isn’t lost on me and I want to lash out. But I don’t. Because at the end of the day, these men want what’s best for me.

“I’ll think about it,” I say. That seems to pacify them all, except Linc who looks disgusted by it all. “I have some meetings, so if you all can excuse me . . .”

They get the point and head to the door. Linc is the last to leave. Before he exits, he turns to me. “You know what I have to say about all that, yeah?”

“What’s that?”

“Fuck it. Do what makes you happy.”

The door closes behind him and for the first time in my life, I take my youngest brother’s advice.

Alison

“Did you get everything?” I ask, giving his backpack one final glance before zipping it up. “You guys are going to have so much fun.”

“We will. Even if we catch nothing, it’ll be great because I got to miss school today,” Huxley points out.

It’s ten in the morning and I need to be studying. Instead, I’m being a mom, my favorite job in the world. I’ll have to catch up on the other part later.

“Tell Grandpa to make sure you wear a life jacket, okay?” I ask, kissing him on the head as he tries to bolt for the door. “If you fall out of the boat, we’ll have to miss using up those season tickets.”

He looks horrified. “Don’t even joke about that. I wish it was time for baseball season already!”

“I know,” I grin, remembering how he jumped up and down when I told him about the tickets. “But it’s not, so have fun with Grandpa.”

“Okay, Mom! Love you!” he says.

By the time I get to the door, he’s in my father’s truck. Dad rolls down his window.

“I’ll make sure he wears a life jacket,” he winks.

“And no leaning over the boat. I don’t care how big the fish is,” I wince. My heart wobbles in my chest. “Okay?”

“I’ll keep him safe. I raised you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but he’s my baby.”

“And you were mine.” He winks and rolls up the window. I wave as they back out of the driveway and are out of sight.

My phone rings in the kitchen and I grab it on the fourth ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Alison,” Barrett’s voice melts through the phone. “How are you?”

My stomach flurries, a smile painted on my face without me realizing it. I take a seat at the table and try to seem chill.